#jazzifiant

@nemorialex​ @jazzifiant + 2 @orionspassage​ @sullenchoir​ @neoneidolon​ + 2 @mr-pulvis​ + 1 @learningmagics​ @kittendore​

For a light overview on the aesthetics of the ceremony and dinner, check out our Pinterest board here!

Rowan’s look! (I neglected to add the white gloves they’re wearing-- pretend they’re there)

Hal’s look!

Key points of the ceremony itself:

Transportation is provided by Rowan-- a drone of theirs will visit each guest requiring transport, and provide a portal to pass through to the wedding area.

Decor for the seating area, altar, and arch is lavish but small, given the low guest count. It’s being held outdoors during a bright afternoon, in front of a lake surrounded by weeping willows. Primary colors are white and black, with generous accents of green and red.

Staffing is completely composed of drone robots, all of whom are expertly crafted and professional to a T. Each type of bot has a different uniform to identify their role.

Before the ceremony, there is a bar area where drinks are served to-order, minus any alcohol.

The ceremony itself is brief, and relatively untraditional. It’s at least based on a classic western-style wedding, but updated and adapted to suit Hal and Rowan’s tastes. The rabbot is the flower… bot, and their cat, Kichirou, is the (lovably distractible) ring-bearer.

After the knot is formally tied, evening starts to fall; candlelight and fireflies illuminate the area, although there doesn’t seem to be any other wildlife to speak of.

After-ceremony dinner:

The setting sun means it’s dinner time! The dining area is set up similarly to the seating around the wedding arch, but with twice the flowers and sleek, sophisticated decor. Each table is set up with four seats.

Hal’s robot, Nekobot, will be helping the waitstaff to take orders from each guest. Guests are asked to order whatever dish they might want, and Rowan’s multi-armed kitchen drones synthesize, prepare, and serve the dish with perfection. These drones work in an efficiently-prepared kitchen area just off of the dining tables, and their cooking is something of a spectacle itself.

Dessert is served in the same customized manner as dinner, but there is also a dessert bar, where an honestly ridiculous amount of treats prepared personally by Rowan await the guests. Anyone is free to take some of these home with them (and there are containers provided, of course).

After dinner:

Once dinner is concluded, guests are given the transport to either return to their homes, or attend the after-party/reception at an arcade.

But because this is their wedding, it’s not just ANY venue. The arcade in question is planet-wide and interdimensional, again staffed by Rowan’s drones and bought out for the evening. The entire business is empty save for the wedding party and Rowan’s bots.

After this point, guests are free to do as they like-- return home, play games, or just hang around and chit-chat.

If guests (or non-guests!) have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask myself or @di-stri-ai​ in IMs or our ask boxes! We’re happy to answer anything you might be wondering about, although we might have to collaborate on it first, lmao.

Luckily, knocking on the door doesn’t reveal that the door is partially opened, leading to a dark room of disaster and broken objects and no working lights. Zack shuffles to the door and lets you in with a silent sneer. You didn’t exactly warn him of your arrival, but he wouldn’t exactly clean himself up for the visit either you know. 

Without asking, you pick your way over to the couch and sit down, perched on the edge, hands clasped. Zack is staring at you with his arms crossed as if you’re the one who’s in trouble here. You pick your words carefully. 

You don’t have time to figure out what the hell those words are before Zack takes his turn. 

“What the hell are you here for?” 

It’s worse than you thought. The poison in his voice is watered down with tears, you can hear it. The fight and the anger has been cushioned by defeat. You get a better look at the apartment. It’s not like a horror story disaster, but it’s not great, not cleaned, not managed. You get a better look at your brother Zack Miller. His hair’s more out of place, if that’s possible. He’s wearing a hoodie and slacks indoors and his beard is growing out unevenly and his eyes are bloodshot. 

You stand and launch yourself onto him, giving him a hug. You know he’s stunned and confused, but he needs it. He won’t push you off, and he only returns it with half a heart, but it’s okay. 

“He loves you, you know. He really, really does, and he’s miserable, Zack. He cares about you so, so, so much, but he just needs some time but it’ll be okay, I promise.” You ramble into his shoulder. His shoulder starts shaking under you.